Pour yourself another cup Another cup, another cup And wait, I can't wait forever Live your life A stupid life, a stupid life, a stupid life It's a game
All these years you've been speaking without breathing Spinning closer to the sun Had your way with an unsuspecting public Little threads are all it takes
So get up off the floor I've heard it all before You're only coming down It'll pass before too long So get up off the ground I've heard it all before
Traducció: Els ulls baixos. Cançó.
Traducció: Els ulls baixos. La cançó Govern.
Traducció: Baixa. Cançó de bressol.
Well alright, you win i ain't feeling that sad anymore so lend me your tears for a while cause my eyes seem fine so i thought i'd heard enough but inside
You arrived in the rain when you left, exactly like you came although, I stay even i don't feel like i belong all the names all the pain you've got never
This song is performed by Bullets And Octane.Bullets And Octane:All Down Hill From Here This is the first day of the end of your life As an emotion
Call it pogo, call it chaos punk Call it crust, call it fucking anything Whye do we fight It's the same fucking song Oi! for the punx Oi! for the skins
Another fucking love song for all you fucking drunk punks [x8] Love for you is real, if you leave ill live in fear, Please don't leave my dear, my
1234 What are you doing Oi Oi Oi Born in England Oi Oi Oi Bomb the Hippies Oi Oi Oi Women have rights Oi Oi Oi Oi Oi Oii Oi Oi Oi Oii Oi Oi
sud, adesso li rimandano al sud. E' una canzone di bassa lega, e una canzone che fa pieta. E' una canzone di bassa lega, e una canzone che fa pieta.
Day and night we try to keep the beat moving on and on Moving on and on We leave the scene not knowing what we have to do Surviving on our own Leave
So get up off the floor I've heard it all before You're only coming down It'll pass before too long So get up off the ground I've heard it all
I was six years old when I heard the news that you you had gone gone away and you're never coming back my mom sat me down and began to cry and said boy
Another day of my life seems so wasted I'm waiting but she doesn't care you can't runaway baby we have to face it that's bringing me down that's unfair
m sprung Every time that I speak I pertain to a funky crowd Turn up the radio, make sure that it's loud The woofers are bumpin, the tweeders and tweetin The bass
